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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clouds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clouds as I see them, rising <br>urgently, roseate in the <br>mounting of somber power </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>surging in evening haste over <br>roofs and hermetic <br>grim walls— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Last night <br>As if death had lit a pale light <br>in your flesh, your flesh <br>was cold to my touch, or not cold <br>but cool, cooling, as if the last traces <br>of warmth were still fading in you. <br>My thigh burned in cold fear where <br>yours touched it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But I forced to mind my vision of a sky <br>close and enclosed, unlike the space in which these clouds move— <br>a sky of gray mist it appeared— <br>and how looking intently at it we saw <br>its gray was not gray but a milky white <br>in which radiant traces of opal greens, <br>fiery blues, gleamed, faded, gleamed again, <br>and how only then, seeing the color in the gray, <br>a field sprang into sight, extending <br>between where we stood and the horizon, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>a field of freshest deep spiring grass <br>starred with dandelions, <br>green and gold <br>gold and green alternating in closewoven <br>chords, madrigal field. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Is death’s chill that visited our bed <br>other than what it seemed, is it <br>a gray to be watched keenly? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wiping my glasses and leaning westward, <br>clearing my mind of the day’s mist and leaning <br>into myself to see <br>the colors of truth </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I watch the clouds as I see them <br>in pomp advancing, pursuing <br>the fallen sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denise+Levertov">Denise Levertov</a><div class=q>
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urgently, roseate in the 
mounting of somber power 


surging in evening haste over 
roofs and hermetic 
grim walls— 


Last night 
As if death had lit a pale light 
in your flesh, your flesh 
was cold to my tou..."></div>
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